When we went on holiday at the end of April, the area where we live was still as it was over the Winter: leafless trees and dark-green grass. No Spring “greening-up” seemed to be happening. For about six months of the year it looks like that – and one gets used to it, one sees it as “the norm”.
When we arrived, the greening-up had happened all along the South Pembrokeshire coastal plain. It was a delight. And the sun shone on us every day, making the whole experience a holiday to remember.
When we arrived home to the North Ceredigion area (Ceredigion = Old Cardiganshire), that, too, had gone greener. Trees were well on their way to full leaf and the grass – oh, the grass! – was a marvellous late-Spring, early Summer kind of greenness.
And the sun has shone on that greenness for most of the days since our return. It came as a surprise after the seemingly long Winter.
Driving through such loveliness, still in North Ceredigion, gives me a feeling of the “surreal”; of being in a land in which I am a happy stranger.
It was a memorable holiday and, added to these homecoming scenes, it will be a special year to remember. I live where I know I should live.